Setting :
I seemed to be in college.
Cafeteria, lunch hour nearly over, I’d just made my way in.
At the table I sat down at was a kid I remember from early middle school.
A troubled youth, the last I heard of him he was all tatted up, and who knows prison not unlikely.
I didn’t realize I was dreaming til I awoke, quite realistic, and vaguely lucid it was.
Now I recognized this kid, however it’s not like we were friends in middle school, nor had we seen each other in somewhere between 5-15 years at the point in time the dream took place.
(I’m hazy on how old I was in the dream.)
When I sat down and started to eat, he stopped what he was doing, got my attention telling me he long had something to say to me :
“Hey man, I’ve been wanting to tell you this – what you’ve written, what you say about pushups, doing them daily as a daily positive action – I wanted you to know how much it’s helped me. While I still smoke weed, I’ve started using it less often, and expect eventually I’ll decide to quit. I’m building myself up with the daily action of positive pushups you suggest, I wouldn’t have come up with that. Thank you. I felt the need to let you know your words, even though you wouldn’t know otherwise, you didn’t know I read your material, have helped me.”
I dreamt a troubled young man found helpful positive value, applying them to his self improvement, and thanked me for my writings which were the spark that lit his flame of positive action.
Whatever the strange carrier, however unexpected, there is no doubt in my mind that God and the universe sent me this dream as a message.
Persistence & Tenacity